On the stone seat, Chen Wu's somewhat hoarse voice did not speak out completely. He stared blankly at Su Hun, whose hands had formed strange seals, and his eyes changed rapidly.
At the same time, several other palace masters and pulse masters also stared at Su Hun blankly.
"There is an emperor crying...Isn't it possible?"
Although they had heard before, Su Hun had indeed learned the technique of Youdi Lament through Gong Xiangxi's channel.
But in the eyes of older people like them, this is tantamount to idle talk.
Not everyone can learn how to mourn the emperor.
Su Hun may indeed be able to perform it, but it is definitely not the authentic Youdi Lament. To be precise, it only displays a partial form without any charm.
But his current posture...
That kind of imperial power that vaguely exudes...
And that invisible power that seems to have penetrated from ancient times...
These all seem to be telling...the emperor's lament.
"It shouldn't be possible... From ancient times to the present, there are only a few people in my palace family who can really use the Emperor's Wail to borrow the Emperor's power."
The Xuanmai Master's voice was a little dry, and besides this dryness, there was also a strong sense of disbelief.
The other three vein masters were silent for a moment and could only shake their heads. If Su Hun really mastered Youdi's mournful cry, it can only be said that this guy is too perverted...
"Although this technique is strange and powerful, it also has its drawbacks. If Su Hun really learns it, I don't know whether it is good or bad..." the master of the Heavenly Palace said.
Hearing his words, the others also nodded, staring at Su Hun in the field with a look of worry.
The emperor lamented and borrowed the emperor's power. To put it simply, it was borrowing power from the distant ancient emperors at that time. Because of some special induction, one could borrow part of the emperor's power.
But this is another side of the emperor, the emotion of mourning. The deeper the feeling, the more it is borrowed, the more affected it will be by the emperor's mourning.
Once upon a time, there was a sage in the Gong family who believed that his talent was unparalleled in ancient and modern times. He almost practiced Youdi's Lament to the pinnacle, and when he used this technique, it was like two emperors coming to the world.
Perhaps it was precisely because the previous sage resonated too much with the Emperor's lamentations that his mind was affected. In the end, uncontrollable sorrow came from it, and his own path was shattered.
If not for this, the current Gong family might be able to realize the harmless myth of a double emperor.
Therefore, the Emperor's Wail is, in a sense, a forbidden technique of the Gong family. Because few people can truly practice it, it is not banned.
"The imperial power he borrowed may not be pure."
The Master of the Human Palace spoke out.
If you want to learn how to cry like an emperor, you can borrow the emperor's power. This is something that many Gong family disciples long for, especially the stronger you are, the more you can borrow the emperor's power, and in the end, you can even borrow the real emperor to come.
This is an irresistible temptation for countless people.
But they don't know how harmful the emperor's mourning is. If they can't control themselves, they will die.
Fortunately, the disciples of the Gong family practiced the Emperor's Sorrow, but it was just in form and could not sense the mysterious power of the Emperor, so not many people were worried.
But now, the emperor's power in Su Hun's body made them feel inexplicably frightened, as if behind him, there was an emperor full of sadness standing.
That kind of breath can pollute everything. The stronger the person, the deeper the feeling.
The several palace masters, in particular, felt a touch of sadness in their hearts.
This is beyond their control. When other disciples used Emperor's Wail, they didn't feel this way at all.
This shows that the emperor's power borrowed by Su Hun has initially possessed the power of a real emperor.
"Could it be that Su Hun has been exposed to this kind of power before, or met a real emperor, which inadvertently increased his understanding of the emperor's lament?"
"It's also possible that he has feelings for the emperor's cries."
Several palace masters speculated.
"This imperial power... the Palace Master should have sensed it a long time ago."
Several palace masters looked at each other, all a little confused.
Logically speaking, even they felt the emotion of mourning, how could the Palace Master not feel it.
Since you sensed it, why didn't you take action?
Or is it that the Palace Master has acquiesced?
They cannot understand the ideological realm of Emperor Yin Yang, so they dare not make rash guesses.
"Perhaps the Palace Master feels that Su Hun may not be able to borrow the power of a true emperor, so we won't make a fuss."
The Lord of the Earth Palace said.
"Whether the Emperor's power borrowed by Su Hun is pure or not is up to the Palace Master to decide."
Several palace masters and pulse masters felt a little relieved, but at the same time their emotions were a bit complicated.
They hope that Su Hun can borrow the power of the true emperor so that he can march on the path of becoming an emperor in the future.
He is also afraid, worried that he will be contaminated by Emperor Lai Ming, and eventually something will happen.
"Junior Brother Su Hun, if you can take this move of mine, my Xuanmai will never say a word of nonsense to your Ding Wu MiG!"
On the square, Li Qingxuan's body was gradually suspended in the air wrapped in black and white light. He stared sharply at Su Hun in the distance and shouted sharply.
In front of him, a dzi bead about ten feet in size was floating quietly, and waves of extremely violent fluctuations swept across like a storm. That kind of power was extremely powerful.
However, in the face of Li Qingxuan's fierce shouting, Su Hun remained silent. The beam of light connected the sky and the earth, and there was a slight sadness spreading that only a very few strong people could sense.
This sense of desolation not only corroded the few strong men present, but also corroded Su Hun himself.
He couldn't help but think of his tragic past. Those sad things seemed to come back to him automatically, and he couldn't forget them even if he wanted to.
Also, those two figures, one with his face covered in blood, seemed to be crying but not crying, seemed to be smiling but not laughing, they were crazy, and finally disappeared under the starry sky alone with the Shinto, never to be seen again in the past, present or future.
The other is a lonely journey, as if the entire starry sky has been buried. He is the only one walking forward, with no companions in the past, present, or future.
There was also that tragic war that destroyed the world, the whole world was withered, blood and bones were wandering around, and everything you could see was desolation and ruin, as well as the sad end of countless heroes.
The sadness in Su Hun's heart was sadness for others, sadness for oneself, sadness for this heaven, sadness for this earth, and sadness for all living beings.
"The few remaining sparks under the ruins will eventually be unable to start a prairie fire and will be extinguished."
Su Hun murmured to himself, his voice was hoarse, and the breath he exhaled seemed to have an ancient charm.
"There is an emperor crying..." Su Hun slowly closed his eyes.
Buzz!
Su Hun's eyes, at this moment, seemed to have experienced vicissitudes of life, as if he had experienced the ups and downs of countless generations, and the demise of endless eras.
At this time, if someone can really see through the illusion, they will find that in the illusion space behind Su Hun, there seems to be a gray air full of weirdness and evil. In the center of the gray air, there seems to be a pair of eyes full of sadness.
Eyes, floating quietly...
Those eyes were filled with strange bloodshot eyes and full of sadness...